A Love Letter

 Dear, or perhaps my dearest ****, I never asked if you like being called by your name. But I like your name just as much as I like you, so what else could I call you? I really don't know.

 I owe you so much gratitude. Thank you for putting together something that had been shattered beyond measure, for reminding me that my wings can still fly, for making me say all the things I was afraid to say, for making me write again, of all things.

 Thank you for patiently listening to my past, for gently touching those old wounds, for making me believe, even if only a little, that true love hasn't died, for helping me realize that I can still be someone precious to someone else, for sharing joy in my little moments just as I do, for showing me that my happiness can reach another person's heart, for finding time for me despite your busy life, for giving me at least a little of the care I had always wished for but never received, and for reminding me that the butterflies I thought had died inside me are, in fact, still alive. Thank you for everything.

It wouldn't be a lie if I said that I miss you more than I'd like to admit sometimes. And at those moments, I even get a little angry. Life has a strange way of hiding sadness inside happiness, doesn't it?

 Maybe this madness comes from seeing only the good side of someone you've just met. I don't know. I don't understand any of it. Even when you promise you'll always be there, it somehow feels like a joke to me, because the people who once told me those very same words are no longer by my side today.

 Life is never the same forever, so perhaps one day you'll forget. Maybe I'll forget too, won't I? I'm not saying we'll drift apart, because we're both careful not to get too close, aren't we?

Time could have been a little kinder, don't you think? It could have brought you into my life a little earlier. Now, it feels like it's all a bit too late.

 Hmm... You know how much I used to look for someone who was 6'2"? Ironically, I found one. But that person ended up curing my obsession with finding someone 6'2"! These are things I had completely forgotten. It's surprising to me that all these feelings were hidden somewhere in my memories. Walking with you today made me realize that my calculations were never wrong—the person I found was the one who changed. Don't ask what those calculations were for. Just know they were about two things I loved very deeply, and that's enough.

If I write any more than this, my whole heart will spill out, and I'd rather not let that happen. After all, the curiosity for someone lasts only until you believe you've fully figured them out. Let a little mystery stay between us.

Only love.